That night, Hopler quietly carried the sleeping Lott to Yass Langley's room, he pushed open the door, but saw not Yass Langley, but Jasmine Leara sitting in a chair.

"Coming?" Yass Langley flashed out from the left.

"Hmm. Hopler replied softly, glancing at Modrilla with wary eyes.

Yass Langley carefully took Lott and put him on his bed, then poked his face with her hand.

The boy was woken up by his fingers in a daze, and he opened his eyes, "You... Ahh

"Shhhhhhhh ”

"Uncle Hopler?Miss Modelella, I think I should have slept in my own room, what's going on?" Lott looked around, and saw that it wasn't his room at all.

"This is my room," Yass Langley sat on the edge of the bed and helped Lott up, "I called you here to ask you something." ”

"You promised us, do you remember? You said you were done—" Modella interjected to remind him.

Lott's expression immediately became vigilant, "Lord Yashit, Langley... I..."

"Sure enough, you still don't want to say..."Seeing the change in Lot's expression, Yass Langli understood, at this time, Lot's expression was a unique sleek appearance of a person in the market, and there was no need to listen to what he had to say, the saint stood up, "Then I may have to wronged you, child." Yass Langli's whole body emitted a golden light.

Lott felt dizzy in front of him, the golden light shook his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, the scene around him was actually different, "This is..."

"Does it feel familiar here?" Yass Langley waved her hand in the air, and the original room continued to change, not only the decoration in the room, from the layout, to the position of the windows. Then many easels began to appear in the room, as well as several large wardrobes, and a lame desk, which was obviously much larger than the original room, all of which seemed to be deliberately restoring something.

"This is also forbidden level, right, Yass Langley?" Hopler also looked at the strange changes around him in surprise.

"These are hallucinations, forbidden spells in the Word of Judgment—the Garden of Illusions. Yass Langli found a chair and sat next to Lot, now Lot's bed is much smaller, and there is no room for a second person.

"At what cost?" asked Hopler worriedly.

"The user will go insane. But I have fake chants, so it's okay. Yass Langley's tone of voice seemed very indifferent.

"It's a lot of work. Jasmine reminded her that although she would not be affected by the counter-devouring effect of the forbidden technique, the amount of holy energy that Yass Lanli needed to consume when using the forbidden technique was much more, and the extremely strong holy words of the Fantasy Garden were quite a heavy burden on her.

"It won't be long," Yass Langley's tone was resolute, and now no one could stop her from exploring the truth, her eyes were fixed on Lot, "Think about it, kid, this is a very important place for you." ”

Lott looked at the place, and memories flooded back: "This is the house where Rod and I used to live together. ”

Yass Langli opened her arms and hugged the teenager in front of her at this time, "Lot, I need to know what happened to Rod at the beginning, you must still remember." Believe me, Lot, I'm trying to save him. ”

Lott looked at the familiar room, feeling Yass Langli's gentle embrace, he remembered the many lives and deaths that the saint and himself had experienced in that place, this could not be hypocrisy...."Okay, I said. Lott finally let his guard down.

All three of them breathed a sigh of relief, especially Hopler, although he didn't know much about church interrogations, but if Lott refused to say anything, he felt that Yass Langley must have some other means, and not so gentle methods.

Lott looked at the three adults, clasped his hands, and was silent for a moment as he sorted out his memories.

"Do you want to drink water?" Yass Langley spread out his hand and a glass of water appeared in his hand out of thin air, and Hopler on the side almost screamed in surprise, but since it was a fantasy, there was nothing strange about this kind of bizarre thing, and the warrior persuaded himself.

Lott took the water cup and took a sip, the water was a familiar taste, a little bitter, it was the water that he drank every day when he was in this house, Lott smacked the taste of the water, "Thank you, Master Yass Langley, thank you for letting me come back here." ”

"Do you think there's anything you can say?" asked Modelilah, who was still sitting in the chair she had been in before, but the door was gone, and the style of the chair had changed, and there were many easels around her, and it seemed that there was once a painter who used to sit there to create.

Lotte nodded, his expression looked a little sad, but he didn't continue to be silent, "Since Rod signed this geis, I have also had an impact, and a lot of memories are like a hazy fog in my head, I can't think clearly or see clearly." All I can clearly recognize is the fact that I met him, met him, and lived here with him for more than a year, how I met him, what happened I can't remember, my sober memory is only the afternoon of the upheaval, and I can't do anything about it before. ”

It was not surprising that there was a restriction on GEIS, and Yass Langli nodded in understanding, "Then tell me what happened that afternoon?"

Lott struggled to recall that all the years had passed, but the scene was still vivid, and he was just thinking about how to express it: "I was walking down the street that afternoon and found Rod lying on the side of the street, and I went up to help him. I remember that Rod woke up very quickly, and at first I thought it was all right, but immediately I realized that Rod could neither speak nor walk, like a baby. I tried to find someone, but suddenly I couldn't remember who knew him, who knew me, and where the house we lived in, and I couldn't remember anything. ”

"What would be such a serious repercussion of the last name?" Hopler had been surprised when he entered the door, and still is there.

"If that is a person who values his family more than his life, and everything related to it is named after the family, being deprived of his surname is equivalent to killing him. Modrilla nodded in understanding, "It's Lot, Lott is the only one who remembers him in this matter, don't you think it's strange?"

Lott was also reminded by the puppet, "yes, I never thought about my question, why is it just me?"

"This may be because Rhodes regards the acquaintance of you as his personal affair and is not related to the name of the family, so that even if the surname is taken away, the fact of your acquaintance can still be affected. Yass Langley reached out and began to caress Lot's face, her kind words soothing Lott like an angelic voice she had ever heard, "What happened next?"

The gentle touch made Lott feel very comfortable, and his thoughts seemed to become sensitive, and his mouth unconsciously increased the speed of his speech, as if his mouth was talking on its own, "At that time, I could only take him to the local church." When I got to the church, I explained to the priest that he had broken his head, had lost his memory, and was crippled, and that I was a vagabond, so the church had taken us in as vagabonds. ”

"The church in Bellis City?" asked Yass Langley

"yes, it was a really hard time... I taught him to speak, write, and walk, and the food provided by the church was not enough to eat, and I was working part-time jobs outside to earn money. And so it went by for a whole year. ”

"You're teaching him a little bit like a baby?" Yass Langley's tone was also a little surprised, and what Lott said was a little incredible.

"Fortunately, he learns quickly, after all, he once did, he has experience. ”

"Doesn't the church feed the homeless?" asked Lott curiously, but it was more like asking Yass Langley.

"The church has limited funds, they will divide the food they buy equally among all the wanderers, if there are too many wanderers, they will not have enough to eat, but at least they will ensure that they do not starve to death, and it is usually up to the wanderers to find their own way to eat. "Yass Langley is well aware of the church's process.

Modrilla then picked up the sketch from the easel, "Who painted it, Lot, it's interesting." ”

"Bailey," the name popped into Lot's head, "he's a bard, lives with us, and painting is his hobby." ”

"Bailey—" Modryla laughed at the name.

"Geis is what Rhodes told you when he speaks again?" Seeing that Modrilla had no questions, Yass Langley continued to ask.

"Yes, he said that his surname had been taken away, but he couldn't remember anything else. Rod, who has learned to speak and write again, has a completely different personality than before, he is very irritable and easily angry. We fell out with the priest because of this, and we left the church. ”

"He resisted the church," understood Yass Langley, "and then he started wandering?"

"I wandered for three years, occasionally working with Rhodes for a short time, but not for long, sometimes begging, until we got into trouble at Beauvoir's Tavern, and then we met you. ”

Lott has extended her memories to the present, this should be the end of the story, but Yass Langli is still a little uneasy, her hand touching Lot's cheek burst out with a golden light, "Is there anything else you can think of?"

"Ai... s...”

"I think there's only so much this kid can tell us," Modrilla walked over to them at some point, pulling Yass Langley's hand away.

Yass Langli turned her head in surprise, she saw the stern gaze sent by the doll, the saint frowned, and then hugged the weak Lot, "Don't worry, everything will be fine." She stroked Lot's head.

Lot's head was groggy, and by the time Yass Lanley let go of his hand, he was already asleep.

"That's the end of it? I'll send him back. Hopler saw that it was all over, and stepped forward.

"No, it's not over yet," Yass Langley reached out to block Hopler, "and there's still a question to ask."